Author Archives: AlbertZayat

Stairs

The stairs to liberation

Formed from crushed souls

Are trampled upon

by those who Emancipate,

and wrestle control

From when those stairs were once

of human-life so told….

When

When

When
When was it you shed your pain
Dropped your hate and anger
The same 
Was it when Your ride thread through
Mountain roads and Canyons too, 
of New Mexico where You
You road so furiously through 
When did you say goodbye
To vengeance derived without, 
Without wisdom's eyes...

Where were you, you suffering fool 
When light of enlightenment 
Meant so much 
To lost fool's 
Was your life lifted upon the rail 
Of a starboard boat's, salty tale?

Or was it when, the book of amen
Told you to, this land you cling to
Is fraught with failures, you left for Others 
to, sin to... 

Or, did you simply, rise above 
And walk a simple hill that 
Rested behind your home, so clearly Soft 
And there upon The night's golden sky
Was that where 
You 
and I 

Told of our acclaim of each other's soul
And is that where we looked up,
Deep into the nights cold brew 
Where a million angels eyes did show Down upon me and you

Just You And me......?For that it is
The river of lust and misgivings 
And revenge doth do begin...
And I do shelter 
A holster of hatred 

And it's bolstered But non religious sin of thirst
And hunger of those young And innocent who know not of Truce
Is there where we Country and city steeds 
Need to come together you see
For our life's are no longer just,Just,Just,
Just
Ours to see

Special

There’s something kinda special,
Resting in a glen
Holding a novel
Reading now and again

There’s something kinda special,
Reading in a glen
Resting a weary mind
Living in pages, turned
Again and again

There’s something more special,
Than resting in a glen
Reading a stories lines
It’s hearing a hidden train’s engine
Roar and roar and roar
Saying come on
Come on, come on

I know you want to ride
Hop a car
Runaway with me
You’ll be back soon
Just wait and see

There’s something kinda special,
About resting in a glen
Letting a train’s heart beat
Take your mind along for the ride

Cars rolling thunder
Beating one’s mind to wonder
There’s something kind of special

Special
When tracks rumble,
Take you for a ride,
to places once hidden
While resting in a glen

Would you

Would you kick a ball into piled leaves?
Knowing your neighbors would likely be, very displeased
Would you stomp, a puddle
In new sneakers too
Knowing Mom might have something to say about breaking her rule

Would you run in the rain?
Down a slippery mountains side
Leaping over boulders
Avoiding curious goats eyes

Would you smoke?
Behind the shed
Where no one could see you
Except your other friend

Would you be late?
For any date
For school,
Or work,
Or an awards nights food
Just to say I forgot, I think
Maybe I’ll have that drink
As forgiveness is said to be had more easily
That permission I’m told

Would you bet the rent?
On something misspent
But win anyway
When you say
Today, Today
I had fun this day
Just one day, I had
Truly all mine, today

I think I’ll

I think I’ll love,
You,
Until the time
When time is no longer,
Mine
Until my summer
Ends
Until the first of
My lasts
Are, sung
Until the breath
Of evermore
Yields itself
To,
No more
I think I’ll love you
Until…..

May I

May I rest?
In the breast
Of a lover’s chest

One I know
One of a warm glow
Where -she- restoreth my soul

And may I sleep within the depths?
Of times lived best

And will I test the shores?
Of evermore
Flying high into nights
And days
Filled with, long-gone

What plagues us is,
Seems to me
Holding in-animates to blame
For Animates failed dreams

I think, then it’s sure to be–
What fires the gun comes from ego’s disease
A finger for, frustrations chore
A thumb to help, angers pressures melt
An eye to see, lost and hopeless dreams
Despair is held with what’s left on an assassin’s quivering hand

Until the space of youths troubled grace,
Is farmed anew with valuable views
And given tools to live in peace
Without running in, the crazy race
All is lost I fear and,
And lost is all!

I am King

For I am king

Of all my land

Sovereign rule

Granted by heavens ruling hand

For I am Lord

Of all my space

Of all my want

And whim of place

For I am master

Of my life

No cell

No chain

Of others drive,

Shall keep me

Bound

To others lives

For I am master

Of my world

Within I keep

All very sound

No matter who

Or what force may blow

Tis my world I master

Thanks to heavens gold

Tribunal

 

River of Hope

On the river of hope

I floated my dream

Raw and exposed

It meant

What was seen

 

On the river of hope

Came a thought

To me

Is there time left?

For the thread of angels

Too save me

 

On the river of hope

Rests a man’s last child

One of different colors

One that exists

In time

 

In my river

And maybe theirs too

May I call unto you

For hope

For a fool

 

And so without

Crystal or diamonds

I lay bare unto you

My life long friend

And partner

 

Will you let me rest

In a field of fiery zest

So that when that day

Comes to me to say

 

Thank heaven friend

A life with no end

Rests upon

A river of hope

Of hopes eternal

Never ending

End!